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Lying like needles on forest earth. Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual You can drive my tail to watch the
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Lying like needles. On forest earth. Euphoric rush. Trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering. Like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual. You can drive my tail. To
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alone in our ritual. Sing for what you feel inside. Becoming one with our ritual Singing songs of the old days. Try to remember what's gone by. Stronger in new ways, don't care what they say. This is
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prayer. Oh, when you touch me there. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Always, love you all through the night and. Be there when the sun is rising. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. (Ritual, ritual, ritual
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Chorus. (ooh-ahh-ooh). Ritual unions, got me. (ooh-ahh-ooh). in trouble again. (ooh--ahh-ooh). I was wondering
of a white dress
and the. (ooh-ahh-ooh). Mistress
and the spirit, holding my
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Love is the ritual Hey, little sister, she's got a lot of time. She's got a lot of money. Don't you know that ain't enough?. Hey, pretty thing, all dressed up. For the main attraction. Like a
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prayer. Oh, when you touch me there. Oh, you’ll always be my ritual. Always, love you all through the night and. Be there when the sun is rising. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Always singing it like a
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like a prayer. Oh, when you touch me there. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Always, love you all through the night and. Be there when the sun is rising. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Post-Chorus. Oh
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like a prayer. Oh, when you touch me there. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Always be my ritual. Always be my ritual. Post-Chorus. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. (Oh yeah). Always be my ritual. (Oh yeah
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Lying like needles. On forest earth. Euphoric rush. Trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering. Like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual. You can drive my tail. To
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Lying like needles. On forest earth. Euphoric rush. Trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering. Like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual. You can drive my tail. To
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like a prayer. Oh, when you touch me there. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Always, love you all through the night and. Be there when the sun is rising. Oh, you'll always be my ritual. Oh, you'll always
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chemical, hearts are flammable. When we turn off the lights. The ritual fires. They light up and guide us. Shining inside us. Calling all la-la-la. The ritual fires. The falling of triumph. A beautiful riot
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